How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"Morwenna, honey, take good care of yourself."

"Morwenna, you don't need to give all your scholarship money to Hope Elementary. You're going to college at Rosefrost Hollow, and let me tell you, it’s nothing like our little mountain town. I hear the tuition and living costs are sky-high."

The simple-hearted villagers in the secluded mountains were bidding farewell to a lovely young girl.

The girl was in the typical attire of a less fortunate young woman, wearing a white T-shirt paired with faded blue jeans.

She had her long hair tied back in a high ponytail, and her bright eyes and well-defined nose complemented her delicate, slightly chubby face, making her look charmingly soft and adorable.

With a big backpack and various pieces of luggage, Morwenna Winslet boarded the bus heading to the city. She sat by the window, waving at everyone with a radiant smile.

"See ya, everyone! And please tell Principal Johnson to keep our school going a bit more. The kids can’t miss out on education. As soon as I'm making money, I'll contribute to the school."

Having grown up in the mountain town, Morwenna had earned a place at Rosefrost Hollow University and was leaving her rural life behind. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

With some time left before the semester started, she hurried to Rosefrost Hollow to meet Norbert Hetfield, who had funded her education for years.

And incidentally, she was to marry his good-for-nothing grandson.

Morwenna took a two-day train ride in economy class to Rosefrost Hollow to save money.

At the agreed spot, she met Norbert Hetfield, dressed in a dignified suit, looking as kind-hearted as she had imagined.

Norbert, grinning from ear to ear, asked, "Wenna, are you totally sure you want to marry my good- for-nothing grandson?"

Without hesitation, Morwenna slapped her chest confidently and declared, “Absolutely!”

She had thought it through. A favor as big as the ocean deserved a grand gesture in return.

Norbert had been funding education in the mountain town for decades, and she was one of the beneficiaries. Such a huge debt of gratitude needed to be repaid.

Norbert often complained about his grandson being a complete letdown, a 28-year-old man who wasn’t married, which seemed rather pitiful.

She felt a strong need to help Norbert out.

After all, many in her village got married after just a brief introduction, so marrying a stranger didn’t seem so unusual to her.

Norbert was increasingly pleased with her. He had funded mountain schools and watched her grow up. She was kind, beautiful, clever, and ready to marry his grandson. He decisively announced, “Wenna, if you've already decided, why not get hitched to him right away?”

“Today?”

“Yeah. What do you think?”

Determined not to let his grandson back out after finally agreeing to marry, Norbert saw no point in delaying. They might as well get it done immediately!

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the city hall.

Morwenna met Norbert’s so-called worthless grandson, Stuart Hetfield.

For a moment, Morwenna was bewildered. Weren’t useless men supposed to be incapable of anything substantial, like the guy back in her village who couldn’t farm or even manage chickens properly?

But here was Stuart, unexpectedly handsome.

In her entire village, she'd never spotted a man as attractive as him. His hair seemed to have a glow to it, even though he looked a bit moody.

Morwenna smiled politely at Stuart.

Radiating a 'keep out' vibe, Stuart scrutinized Morwenna with scrutiny and disdain. The woman had managed to get his grandfather to coerce him into marriage.

Under Norbert's urging, they walked into the city hall.

The clerks could feel Stuart's impatience and hesitantly asked, “Are you sure you want to proceed with the marriage?”

Stuart’s icy gaze was enough to send a chill down their spines.

Thump! The stamp came down.

And just like that, they got married